Random Rants

Dirty Laundry

The cleaning lady better get here pronto. I wouldn't be surprised if my Smoky Mountain of clothes grows limbs and run away any moment now.






































Burberry

Oh. My. God. I fucking love the these looks from the latest Burberry Prorsum men's line. If you really have a heart, please send your donations my way so we can both go to heaven.





































































The silhouette. The color palette. The textures. My God. I soooo love. Ugh. I can't stand it. It's fucking outstanding. This is the kind of garb I wanna be wearing on my dying day.

Photos courtesy of Bryanboy.com

> PLAY

Songs that are currently on my playlist:

Speakerphone by Kyllie Minogue - I like it because of it's futuristic appeal. It's not exactly danceable but it gives me some sort of adrenaline rush.
Amazing by Seal - I'm not really familiar with this guy's music except for that song he recorded for the soundtrack of one of the Batman movies. Nonetheless, I may have to watch out for him more because this song speaks for itself.
Piece of Me, Break the Ice, and Kiss You All Over by Britney Spears - Admit it, she's your guilty pleasure too. This poor thing's album may not be as bad at all. I mean, at least it doesn't suck that much.
Buzzin' by Shwayze - It's fresh, it's urban, it's good.
Let Me Think About It by Fedde Le Grand with Ida Corr - Hello?! It's my current Friendsdter theme song. It's not exactly new but it's a well-loved club anthem and I can tell why.
Feedback by Janet Jackson - This is the shiz! I fucking love this song. I totally wanna dance to this track in a club or even on the stage because it's so damn hot, it got me cursing. And yes, Janet's back with a new album.
Sound of Freedom by Bob Sinclaire - Yes, Love Generation isn't the only great song from Bob. This feel good song brings in the good vibes. I'm not sure if it's new but I love it anyway.
Superstar by Lupe Fiasco - It's very smooth and unique. Satisfies your RnB craving.
Bed by J-Holiday - Same thing, smooth, soothing RnB with a modern flair.
Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfeild - This woman has her own thing going on and I love her for that. The song is simply uplifting and quite, I dunno, bittersweet I guess.
Bittersweet by Kanye West - Speaking of bittersweet, this track off Kanye's latest super hit album, Graduation, is a nice theme about love's complications.

Other songs you should download/buy:
Umbrella (Acoustic Version) by Rihanna
Love is Free by Sheryl Crow
New Soul by Yael Naim
Shaky It To The Ground - Rye Rye
Outwork feat. Mr. Gee
Hold It, Don't Drop It by Jennifer Lopez

That's all for now. Somebody needs to take bath and get a haircut soon. Ugh.

Buh-bye.

No to Boredom

I should never be bored. If other people drunk-dial or drunk-text, I have a bad case of bored-dial or bored-text. It’s like when I have nothing good to sink my teeth on, the next thing I do is grab my 3 year-old phone and call/text these particular “contacts” of mine. I would either ask them if we can chat on the phone or even meet up. And since these instances often occur between 12 – 3 AM, I end up wasting my time contacting these worthless twats to no avail.

I know, I know, it’s my problem which is why I have to stop giving in to this urge. But how do I stop acting like a needy kid with ADHD during these ungodly hours? Well, I guess my insomnia is another thing to blame but I’m saving that topic for another entry. I think it’s mainly because of my constant need to communicate. I always like to talk. And since my good ol’ friends are not exactly available at all times, I resort to these strangers whose last names I do not even know. Thank goodness I haven’t encountered psychos yet. Oh wait. I have. But it was just a bunch of threats over the phone from this creep. Ugh. That asshole.

Anyway, it sucks having these degrading bouts with boredom each time I’m alone in my room having no better thing to do but surf the net and look for those unsaved / unfamiliar numbers in my inbox and call logs then bother other people with my messages and/or calls.

Now, if only I have someone I can consistently talk to every night. *wink*

Hahahahahah... I kid.

But yeah, I need/want a love life.

Oh No

Ohmigod. Here it is again. I feel a panic attack coming on. Gawd.

I've been up for the last 16 hours, I just got from the PLDT office to once again complain about their crappy, crappy billing service and I just got this email, and I am just so fucking worried right now about my funds and the stuff that I have to attend to and I just don't know where to fucking start.

I've been quite perky and positive this past couple of days but I feel the dark clouds are now rapidly engulfing my internal sunshine. I'm fucked.

Suck. It. In. Bitch.

I’m sitting in the office right now and I can’t help but contemplate on how fat I’ve become in a span of one month. It’s crazy. Seriously, somebody needs to hit the gym and lay off the extra fucking rice. Right. Well, actually I did go to the gym last night and sweat out a little but I had Mom’s spicy crabs with rice after that so yeah, you get the picture.

Anyway, I really want to stop gaining weight now and convert the fat to muscles or at least just lost maybe 3 pounds? God forbid I go back to my fat kid phase; the inflated cheeks, the humungous waistline and the flabs, oh the horror! Don’t get me wrong though, I have nothing against fat or as Bryanboy puts it, “festively plump” people. In fact, I love them. They’re great and I have a lot of these voluptuous friends. They’re all fun and funny and confident. I, on the other hand don’t think I can handle the “weight” of that. I’m just so used to my thin, manorexic self. Besides, I’m in no condition to update my wardrobe with sizes in Large or even Medium. I’ve always been in the S or even XS category you know.

Slipping into my skinny jeans and semi-fit shirts is quite frustrating nowadays. It’s either my gut is spilling out or the site of bulges everywhere is just so hideous I end up changing into something more flattering. Ugh. It’s fucking hard having to look at the mirror dismayed with the site of yourself muffin-topping out of your pants.

I know there’s no point whining about it since that doesn’t shed off the lbs anyway, especially if you eat like a construction worker out for lunch during each meal. But I just need to vent because it’s been bothering me for weeks now.

A lot of people actually say I’m in good shape and that I should keep it this way but I disagree. Sure, I wanted to gain a little wait but not this much! AND I didn’t want any of that going to my tummy.

I want to have “hit the gym at least 3 times a week” as my new year’s resolution but we all know these resolutions go to the crapper eventually. I’m not really a diet person either so that’s definitely not an option. I eat practically everything edible; the more the chocolate the better, the more the oil the best. Hahahahah…. Yeah, I’m pretty reckless with what I shove down my esophagus.

Oh well, there’s always the Tyra sensibility to make me feel better about myself. I’m fat, SO WHAT?! Say it with me now “Inner beauty, love, family, friendship… Inner beauty… Inner beauty…”

Oh please, who am I kidding.